“Of course,” Alina nodded, a bit dazed still. It made sense, after all. Both that she would be guarded and that Nikolai would be assuming the throne immediately. She barely paused to throw on a robe and slippers before she all but dragged Fedyor and Ivan down the halls and to Nikolai’s rooms.
It wasn’t proper etiquette but that was the furthest thing from her mind. Seeing the General and Nikolai standing there, discussing what must be done, her heart went out to her Prince. Now tsar and a role he hadn’t expected to have so soon. Stepping forward, her arms folded around him.